“Then we’d better get out of the way in case it faints and falls out of that web.”
Simultaneously, it seemed, they both realized his hand was still on her bare skin.
She looked down at it, curled around her, and suddenly her skin felt feverish.
“Britt?” he said softly.
She raised her head slowly and looked up into his eyes. Which had gone so black she could see herself in his pupils. She couldn’t speak.
And then his hand slowly, deliberately, slid the length of her arm, down to her wrist.
A bold, unabashed, caress. And if she had to guess, a statement of intent.
And he released her.
Her heart drummed so hard her blood whooshed in her ears. Her every cell was lit up with hunger.
“Let’s go back inside,” he suggested in something close to a whisper. Oh, so casually. Like the sexual hypnotist he was.
He turned, apparently confident she would follow.
Of course she did.
He held the door for her. It clanked shut behind them. The sound seemed to echo, but then all of her senses were wildly sensitized.
J. T. stood in silence near the sink, studying her.
She stood a few feet away from him.
The quiet in the kitchen almost had a roar, like a river.
And then J. T. reached out, curled his fingers into the hem of her tank top, and furled it up as smoothly as a window blind.
Her arms came up to help him, probably more out of sheer surprise than anything else.
Now she was nude from the waist up.
And then, absurdly, he handed the tank top to her.
As if to say: “There. Problem solved.”
She took it, with a short stunned laugh.
The sight of her went straight to J. T.’s blood like Everclear.
She was smooth and tanned gold except for her breasts, which were white, small, tipped in little pink ruched teepees and curving up at him. Her little waist flared into round hips. Her low rise denim shorts showed him her belly button. He was going to make short work of those shorts.
Lust sank its talons fully in.
He made a little sound, almost of pain. The breath went out of him as if he’d been dropped suddenly from a height.
She dropped the tank top.
Later he couldn’t remember what happened between that moment and the next.
Only that one moment she was standing half nude, illuminated in filtered sunlight.
And the next their bodies and mouths were colliding with greedy near-violence.
